| [Apr. 20th, 2008|03:09 am] |
"Ambushed," Kakashi growled, the sound rippling up from his chest and leeching into his voice before he could stop it. "We were ambushed. There were fifteen I counted, and they'd set traps." The growl threaded his words, leaving them raw-throated and just slightly inhuman. He shifted, slouching slightly. "Nobuki and I separated to cover more ground. I missed my trap. He..." didn't.
Three poison senbon and Nobuki had been a dead man long before he'd fallen. Long before an enemy justu had ripped through his armour and opened him from neck to navel. Long before Genma had wasted his time trying to save a still-breathing corpse while others had died.
Kakashi squeezed his right hand, ragged fingernails digging into clean bandage and the messy damage beneath. Pain like a hot slap helped shock him back into control. "Nobuki was hit," he continued, breathing carefully. "We were both engaged by the enemy. They worked to drive us apart. I killed at least three. My summons took down two more. Nobuki must have gotten one, and then..."
You weren't supposed to speak ill of the dead.
"He ran." Kakashi's mouth twisted bitterly under his mask. "He took a poisoned injury, it might have messed with his judgement. He headed straight back for Ayako and Genma, and the enemy followed him." Kakashi had followed, too, and ten people had died. Three from the wrong team. "I didn't see when Ayako fell. It must have been in that first attack." He slouched further and focused on the lady in front of them. He couldn't look at Genma. |
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